Never Too Late

A life wasted

Chasing after sin

Pride swallowed me in

To places I never thought

I would visit

I had places to go

Money to make

Success winked at me

I could not ignore the tug

on my heart

Success and worldly riches

more important

Then leaving a legacy of a

changed life

I guess the price was too

high to pay

The dreams Papa had for me

I chucked out by the door

Together with everyone

who spoke life over me

Blinded to my short comings

I prefer to never confront

my fears

Walked with many scars

Hid behind different masks

Like a puppet on a string

I danced to the enemy’s lies

Mesmerised by sin

I made it my habitation

Chased empty dreams

Instead of eliminating my fears

For it was all about me and

my selfish needs

I have places to go

I have money to chase

I couldn’t care less of the

trail of a life wasted

I left behind

Please don’t ask me to pause

for a while

To take a look at the ashes

I leave behind

There’s no time to deal with

the pain of my past

The world is waiting

I don’t care about the hearts

I trample on

There was a time,

not too long ago

Though it seems so distant now

When Papa’s dreams was

still my dreams

His plans and purposes

important to Me

Till the enemy came in and

he painted his pictures

Of what a significant life

looks like

Looking through his eyes

I fell; hook, line and sinker

for his lies

I embraced it,

I made it mine

The pictures of wealth, success and sin, blew my mind

Oh, but he never showed me

the end

The costly price I had to pay

I sold my soul

I believed all his lies

He studied me for years

He knew all my voids

He knew my fears

The pain from the past

I never dealt with

He lured me in and I followed

him blindly

He pressed all the right buttons

The pain I chose to ignore

He used as bait to explore

My dreams turned into ashes

It slipped through my fingers

As I drifted further and further away from His presence

The One who loves me through all my wondering

Is still waiting for me

to die to self

Papa’s love for me,

still as vast as the ocean

He will never let go of me

I was the reason He hung

on a cross

It’s never to late

To return to His heart.

Mark 8:36  For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

~ Ebigale Wilson

Never Too Late

The Journey

http://www.restoredministries.org

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